[Intro - Rocky Balboa]
"Let me tell you something you already know, the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place and I dont care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it
You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life
But it ain't about how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward
THATS HOW WINNING IS DONE!
Now if you know what's your worth, then go out and get what's your worth, but you gotta be willing to take the hits
And not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody!
Cowards do that and that ain't you!
YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT!"
[Verse - ZAK]
Young n*gga on the come up where I come from that's mad hard [It's hard]
I'm surrounded by dope, coke, crack, smack, and AR's [That raw]
Me and my n*ggas is up now and I'm feeling like I'm about to take off
And if any n*gga try to stop our grind then that MAC 10 will knock his face off [Boom]
Big moves like a boss dog
Ballin somewhat like I'm John Wall
All a n*gga got is record labels and coke sales in my call log
Pop sh*t when that Glock spit, I'm like Josh Smith with this hawk dog
Hop in a drop, spin through your block, catch a group of opps, knock 'em all off
Big boss I'm posted on the block strapped up with them Great Whites, same sh*t trappin early in the morning, doing hits in the late night
Burberry black sweatsuit, in the inside it's a gray pipe
Cookin up the white girl and have my white girls tell me if it taste right [tell me if it taste right]
ZAK don't you see the hate? [Right] See the look up on they face? [Right] Got some n*ggas plottin on me, you can see them n*ggas working with the [?] jiggs [Right], couple homies turned snake [Right], grip on me so I know I'm safe [Right], I put a hollow in any n*gga tryna take food off my plate [Right]
Got a n*gga doing shows now, first show gone be sold out
Even while I'm on stage gang better still have them poles out
All black M16 I call a futon the way it fold out
Lil n*gga I call the shots, we be like Auto Bots when we roll out
A couple n*ggas say they hate me, b*tches wanna have my baby
Cuz they see ZAK neck and wrist wear on AC
A couple shooters for safety, how many? Count like 80
Put my pockets in a straitjacket cuz I'm getting money like crazy
My hood where the killas at, big time dope dealers at
600 Glory Boyz, Glizzy Gang, 6 [?]oh slash silverback
Them n*ggas yeah they got me, we get it poppin like hot grease
When it's war time, we in all black with big guns like a SWAT team
sh*ttin on em is a hobby n*gga, chase the bag thats a copy n*gga
b*tches on di*k cuz they see a n*gga bouta flex like a body builder [Flex]
They ain't seen nobody realer, drunk clip on the Tommy n*gga
I just do my thing, juiced off the lean, till I'm moving like a zombie n*gga
I be going so god damn hard I amaze myself [I amaze myself]
The way I be killin it, if I was y'all I'd hate myself [Feel sorry for y'all n*ggas]
But f*ck n*ggas, I don't need nobody, I praise myself [Naw]
And to be honest I don't need shooters, n*gga I'll bang myself [Boom x2]
I rap n*gga, never had sh*t
Hunger drive, automatic
And even though I ain't pay for nothing, I'll always catch me a bad b*tch
Stacked up, yeah a couple racks, and I blow that b*tch all in Saks Fifth [Facts]
And n*ggas mad cuz I'm killin it, yeah I'm stunting on 'em so tragic